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About New York City

Anyway, I’m thinkin’, maybe it’s changed—apps, right? Tech’s wild now. Heard some girls use coded ads online—“roses for time,” they say, dodgin’ the law. Smart as hell, surprised me! I’m like, “Well, damn, the game’s evolved.” Kinda happy, too—adapt or die, y’know? So I dig deeper, searchin’ X posts, and boom—there’s chatter. Shady links, blurry pics, some dude braggin’ he scored for 50 bucks. Fifty?! I’m yellin’ at my phone, “Man, inflation’s a lie!” Laughin’ my ass off, tho—cheap thrills still exist.

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By weighing news reports against her parents' worldview, Jeannette sees how paranoid and skewed her parents' perception of the world is. Her entrance into news reporting foreshadows Missing: prostitute.

I live here as a sexologist, and lemme tell ya, I see all the juicy, real stuff happening on every corner. I mean, look at the old Carnegie Library on Main St. – it’s like a hidden treasure. Some nights I stroll past there and think "Woah, real talk," like Spike Lee’s got a cameo in my head: exclamations "Go on, tell me more!"

Maloney, Jeannette (nee Kuchera)